Teens on living with cancer

When the good thing ends

3:37 PM,
Jan. 10, 2014

Brittney Tooker

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Brittney Tooker
| Special to The Courier-Journal

The black checkered dress lay like silk against her skin. Her eyelashes stuck out long and dark in front of her pale face. Although I couldn't see her eyes, I knew that they were as blue and as deep as any ocean on Earth and filled with as many stories as any book I have ever read. When you looked into her eyes, you could see the wisdom that one only gains from many years of observing the world around her and the experiences that lead you to find who you truly are. I could see the wavy brunette strands of hair that fell onto her face, gently clinging to her forehead and against the base of her neck. The light ...